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Freya
Freya glances at Nirvana and grins as well, amused by how much they think alike. She looks back to Slade, her ears at attention, "Is there a chance we could meet with this "Mistress" tonight and offer our services. The sooner we can strike these clowns the better. From what I've gathered they don't stay put for long."

Freya
Freya looks over to Red and give her a prize winning smile, "Maybe a certain Spider-Vixen would be willing to put in a good word for us since you seem to know everybody here?" She bats her eyelashes sweetly at Nirvana.

Red laughs. "I can introduce you, but I don't know anything about this circus stuff. If either of them are about, and assuming they aren't in the same meeting as Kendal, you can bet they'll be tending downstairs. They kinda take turns with being the head bartender down there." Nirvana hops off of her stool and stretches. "I tell you what. You two head down. I'm going to find out if Selene has arrived yet. I'll meet back up with you later. Slade here can introduce you to the necessary 'contacts'." She volunteers him with a grin.

SLADE

I shake my head, sardonic amusement playing over the faint traces of a smile. "And I still regard you as a trumpted up hothead with an ego complex, but hey.. what does that matter?" I reply with a smirk, standing from my stool. I tip my 'goon' hat to Red as a parting gesture, then I motion for the crazy one to move on ahead. "After you, Ma'am."

{ - Tia - }

Stepping inside the darkened wagon, they are immedaitely greeted with the faint scent of warm amber. Adorning shelves on every wall, the faces of handmade voodoo dolls flicker in the candlelight. Misty jars with unidentifiable contents and sprigs of herbs hang low from the ceiling. Jewlery, goblets, and other knick knacks clutter the surfaces of the strange collection of footstools, dressers, and nightstands, making the small space even more crowded. A heaping jumble of worn, patchwork quilts shoved into a corner seems to be the bed.

A young teenager with a child-like aura sits atop one of the stools. The tanned shades of her clothing a bit lighter than the dark chocolate hue of her skin. Strings of beads and bones dangle from the weaves of her hair, tattered layers of skirts spilling down to the floor to pool around her. Tribalistic tattoos decorate what parts of her skin are visible, including her small fingers which seem to be sewing on the button eye of a new dollie.

"Wilhelm.. " she murmurs warmly without raising her eyes, her thick jamacian accent making her speech rather diffcult to understand, ".. what have ye brought me tonight, hmm?"

WILHELM

I smoothly enter the cabin, taking a moment to glimpse once more outside to ensure my paranoia that we were not seen nor followed. Once the door is firmly shut behind me, I turn to step up behind little Angie and gently rest a hand upon her shoulder.

"This is little Angie, my new assistant. She wishes to learn about the magics of the fairies." I tell Tia quietly, unwilling to disturb the creepy silence that is forever settled into the atmosphere of the dollmaker's wagon. "Angie, this is Tia. Show her the bauble."

«<{ Urban }>»

As usual, the club was roaring, though not quite as loudly as one of the big draw synth bands, or DJ's, could pull in. Nonetheless, both of the barkeepers behind that long, sleek expanse of black marble were quite busy, bottles dancing across hands, the surface of the bar, the air, and any other functionally conceivable professionally entertaining surface. Amidst the drink tossing, however, silver-hued eyes did manage to flicker to the gent rapping his knuckles lightly on the bar, a single snow-coloured brow arching faintly... just how much of an a** to be? Such a question was usually a default, which is why his tips were either very poor, or very nice, but... this was the fellow that managed to get the Mistress in a spontaneous meeting last night. So, instead, Urban shifted his way down the bar, coming to a stop relatively near Slade and the wolf-girl, a faint cant of his head offering the silent question of, "Something...?"